Toward the end of August, Chuck brought home the movie October Sky. The kids loved it. This immediately spawned a new found interest in rockets. Aaron dug his NASA uniform out of the bottomless pit of his closet, the kids started doing "science projects", and then the inevitable happened. Chuck brought home a rocket kit. He didnt even say a word. He didnt have to. He walked in the door and poured the supplies out on the kitchen table. The kids immediately gravitated to the table. Why dont they do this when called for dinner, scripture study, homework? The next hour was spent building the perfect rocket. Upon completion, we all piled into the car (again, with nobody having to be told twice to do so) and drove to the closest wide open space we could find. I have to admit, it was pretty tense. Setting the rocket in position, stepping back, pushing the button, watching the object we only just assembled make a sharp twill sound as it shot off the launch pad towards the sky, leaving behind a whitish gray trail of smoke.
